Vampires of the Sun by Kathyn J. Knight Page A

a good point but Norah wasn’t about to trust her. “And my ‘goons’ as you say aren’t vampires. I need humans to do my biding in day-light hours.”
                  “If you care so much for my well-being, why can’t I leave? Why can’t I have a room with a window? Why won’t you tell me where I am?” Norah’s voice ran shrill with emotion, unable to stop herself from asking questions despite how upset she was becoming.
                  “The answer to all of your questions lay within yourself Norah. You were becoming highly irrational, thinking that the whole world was out to get you. You had to be brought in and we had to let you in on our little secret. Now that you’ve been informed, your parents want you to join them so I’m safe-keeping you for them. I’d rather you not learn the truth in the wrong way and disappear from us with your new friends. It wouldn’t be proper. You should be with your parents.”
                  “My vampire parents? What are they? Who are they really? They can only blame themselves that I don’t know more about them considering they were never home.” Norah blamed her captivity on them alone.
                  “All in good time, Norah. They will arrive soon.” Mauve stood up, done with their conversation, despite Norah telling her to come back. She didn’t want their conversation to be done. She got up and ran to the door but Mauve was out of it and shutting it in her face before anything could be done. Banging her fist against the door and screaming did nothing for it to open back up or even garner a response and Norah sank in despair and anger to the floor. She sat there in embarrassment, knowing they were watching her leaning against the door for what seemed like hours.
     
     
                  Mauve didn’t come back. She left Norah alone to eat her food and live her life in her prison cell. Labelling it a prison cell was what came naturally after her conversation with Mauve, even if it was overly dramatic. Realistically, it felt that way since she couldn’t leave or escape. Thankfully she wasn’t being drugged anymore, even if she tried to fight them but they weren’t opposed to using tactics that wouldn’t bruise her, like throwing her in the shower and turning it on freezing cold or shutting the lights off and leaving her in complete darkness for days at a time.
                  With renewed resolve, she continue to do what she could to show that she wasn’t going to just be some pawn in whatever game they were playing. She wasn’t a part of it and deep down she knew that if push came to shove, there wouldn’t be any hesitations to hurt her.
                  Sometimes with Norah’s meals, a note was left for her to read. It was the biggest concern for Norah that she could see because it was like a countdown but she didn’t know what it was counting down to. Hand-written from Mauve, the note detailed how her parents were on their way and the expected arrival date until it finally became the day of their arrival.
                  When she woke up, the clock said it was a little after six p.m. Norah didn’t have a normal sleep schedule anymore. It switched from day to night and rotated depending on when she was bothered by others. Today she was woken by one of the goons coming in through the door with her food and a dress in a plastic dry-cleaning bag with a note attached. It simply told her to put it on with an elaborate M signature. The female that sometimes watched her in the bathroom if she was there too long came through the door and stayed with Norah while she ate and made sure Norah cleaned up and got ready. When Norah sat back down on her bed, the lady still hadn’t left, taking a seat on the couch and staring at her unnervingly as Norah preened in the mirror.
                  The dress she’d been given was beautiful. It was white and while